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Post by ponybones on Jun 5, 2015 0:56:10 GMT -5
Current Posting Method
Free-for-all but two other people must have posted before your last post.
Plot
This war is far from over - while the herd is scattered, the Bachelors need some steadfast warriors to defend against any incursions from Olde. This group will be patrolling the borders, and insuring that no Olde scum manages to reach so far again
Time of Day/Weather
Evening/Cloudy with Light Snow
Team Captain
Cain (pony-bones)
Team Members
Ryuko
Don
Rambo
Brutus
Ishmael
Lars
Checkpoints Reached: None Rules: 1. The Captain of the team must post first. 2. A posting order must be kept as people enter the rp. 3. No god-moding 4. React to the Checkpoints as they come! (If you don't know what a checkpoint is - don't worry - you'll know when they come!) 5. Communicate with your partners! 6. Have fun!!!!  |
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Post by ponybones on Jun 5, 2015 23:37:52 GMT -5
This was not an optimal situation. Clouds circled ominously to the north around the jagged peaks of the Riddle Mountains, surely dumping snow there. The setting sun was even obscured at this point, and as he looked back at his followers, he tried to summon some faith as he flexed his scarred leg, which caused him near constant pain now. He would never complain of it, never mention it, never acknowledge its existence, though it was blatant against his other unscarred flesh, especially in comparison to the rest of the group that he had.
This wasn't optimal either, all these horses that he barely knew - but knew of. He sent most of his warriors to exact their revenge on the Olde herd, or South to assist the Exiles in taking back their island and to repair his debt, and thus he was left with these few. The hulking form of Brutus at least gave him some semblance of comfort, a familiar and trusted face, and a horse that he knew would never shy from any terrible task that they might find themselves with if they did encounter opposition. Nothing was safe now. The line had been drawn and the war was far from over. Olde was forsaking their rule of never crossing under the guise of some religious crusade. That addle-brained mare, Obscura, who remained in his custody...she had started all of this nearly by herself. Or at least she was the catalyst that pushed the issue until it broke. He occasionally wondered if she regretted speaking her misconstrued visions, though he doubted it. She never would speak to him in spite of any questioning, and she seemed so frail that he could not bring himself to allow any other methods of drawing information out of her stony silence. The three captives were all stubborn in their own ways, though the other two couldn't seem to keep their mouths shut to save their lives.
This was scarcely the time though. Danger was approaching, and it was on him to protect these borders, along with the crew that he had pulled together. "Let's make for the hills and try to see the mountains. It is their only entrance, though it's possible they've already made it through. From there, we will circle to the Summer Fields and see what is there." He said, his voice quiet but commanding. He offered no room for rebuttal. As usual, his mind worked methodically, and this was merely one iron in the fire that he was juggling. There had been no rest, no reprieve since taking on Klaus' yoke, though he had expected as much. This is what his life had been building up to, and it was his sole desire to see it through.
Word Count:// 460
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mythicalprancer
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 6, 2015 14:36:49 GMT -5
The evening was rather dreary, with clouds blanketing the sky and snow beginning to sprinkle lightly on the landscape. It was definitely not the ideal weather for the Bachelor stallion, who was most comfortable when there was bright sunlight warming the land and his short haired coat. He didn't have a lot of fat between his muscles either, and they were now twitching to keep his body temperature up. Of course, it wasn't freezing to most horses but he wasn't exactly at an advantage. He had come to meet his leader and a few others, all of which he had not had much of an opportunity to interact with alongside his intensive personal training. Crimson eyes scanned his company, trying to assess how capable they all were as a group. Sure enough, Cain had methodically recruited an excellent variation and Ryuko was definitely appreciative of this. He was the mind, and he had the brute force and the fast runners at his side. No wandering Olde members would get past them without a decent fight.
As the light coated stallion spoke up, Ryuko's ears perked forwards in attention and he added a small nod of understanding. He was experienced with his Scavenger background to investigate what inhabited the land, so he was glad to be recruited on the mission. The fiery individual wasn't much for speaking up with such important company, as he was sure his temper and competitive nature would easily show itself when it came to his duty. He was passionate about everything he did, but he also had an incredibly short fuse and the arrogance of Olde often caused his blood to boil. "Understood sir. They won't take another step on our grounds or they will find themselves limping away from it."
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Post by datoxicclock on Jun 7, 2015 21:50:38 GMT -5
The young Zebra would have been excited if he wasn’t so terrified. This was the first time Don Juan had ever been summoned to assist in a mission. It was an honor, and a chance to get some real experience. Don Juan only hoped he wouldn’t embarrass himself. He had always been more brains then brawn, and had never done anything as strenuous as patrolling the borders.
As he walked he noticed the grey clouds huddled in the distance, foretelling of snow in the mountains. It wasn’t a good sign. Don Juan had never liked snow; his short coat wasn’t any good at keeping him warm. Hopefully his scouting group would elect to stray more towards the Fallen City and the land bridge then the ominous peaks of the Riddle mountains.
Before long Don Juan could sense the other horses of his group, even though they were on his blind side. They all smelled familiar, and the Zebra quietly made his way towards the group. He recognized the reddish stallion on his right as Ryuko, but before he could examine the others someone started to speak. Donny turned his good eye towards the speaker. And then he panicked.
It was Cain. This wasn’t possible. There had to be some kind of mix up. Cain was here. His leader. His King.
Cain was clearly captain of this group. This was a much more important task then he was expecting. Don Juan was so surprised he nearly missed what Cain was saying. They were to head towards the mountain, and spy on the hidden pass, seeing if the Olde had yet to come.
Ryuko seemed enthusiastic, but Don Juan didn’t know how to feel.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 8, 2015 17:16:07 GMT -5
He smiled slightly, a smile that did not reach his eyes, though a reflex of appreciation. Ryuko's words were what he had been hoping to hear, he hoped from all of them but one was enough for now. Perhaps finding some offenders would allow the others' blood to boil well enough that they would get excited at the prospect of dealing pain. While in truth, Cain was rather neutral to the situation, this being Klaus' war rather than his own, for the sake of saving face it was necessary to smash those who dare enter Bachelor territory. Now that the others had fallen wordlessly in line, the young Zebra male looking as if he had seen a ghost, Cain had no choice but to press on. Due to his gift, the fear nagged at him however, it tore at the fringes of his mind. The shock that came when Don Juan recognized him went through Cain like ice, but he pushed it away. Instead, he reached his gift out toward Ryuko's bloodthirst and anger, latching onto it and taking it on himself. Though he'd had unlocked this evolution of his gift months ago, and it was a curious thing, he was hesitant to use it because of it clouding his better judgement. Emotionless as he was, it at least allowed him clear thought, but not the inner workings of others. Ryuko's fire filled him, and he gnashed his teeth, willing the rest to go faster.
With his leg in the condition that it was, going was slower than he would have liked, however he feigned indifference to it. The limp gave him away however. Showing weakness if they did indeed find Olde insurgents was not optimal. As they neared the hills and made their way through them, the air got even colder, and snow began to fall. A shiver ran through Cain's thin form - he was not made for the cold, and it made his leg feel like fire. Feeling Ryuko's rage was a fine enough distraction from the pain, however, and he set his sights on the base of the mountains, his teeth gritted and bared.
Word Count:// 358
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Post by ponybones on Jun 8, 2015 17:18:23 GMT -5
 *Note you may SPY upon Olde 007 but do not initiate* |
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Post by BrindleTail on Jun 8, 2015 19:13:51 GMT -5
His battle wounds ached with each coiling of muscle, but nothing was more excruciating than the pain of failure by that Olde Ass. Rage boiled putrid in the pit of his stomach as he trudged along with the pack, ready to seek redemption where he had fallen short in battle. He cared not how well he knew his compadres walking alongside, even if he had crossed their path a thousand times, he would be familiar with them no less.
He liked the one that spoke up though. Not that Brutus would leave any survivors, but he believed in baby steps. He was actually quite curious how their measly few would take down a larger group if they so came upon large numbers. Cresting the hill, his beady eyes were no use determining just how many or few they were, but it mattered not to him, he would fight the same.
Not out of pity or concern for his king's leg, but out of loyalty did he move closer to Cain's side, ready to be the battering ram as required. If the two others in company couldn't fight well, he was sure to die before he let anything happen to Cain.
// 200 wc
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Post by duckgirl34 on Jun 8, 2015 23:31:45 GMT -5
254 words The blue roan, Noko stallion peered around at the group he was currently with, assessing them. The young stallion had been hanging at the back of the group, observing and minding his own business, wondering why he had agreed to tag along on this specific task. He could have played it off like he had something else to do, or simply ignored the leader's request to speak to him, going out to scout out the territory or something. But... for some reason, Rambo had agreed to tag along. His ears perked forwards as one of the stallions spoke, and his eyes wandered over those in front of him again. There was the big Clydesdale who seemed to have it out for someone, moving closer to the Bachelor leader to seemingly protect him. There was the little Zebra, who appeared to be nervous and slightly ready to bolt. Cain himself. And Ryuko.... Rambo could practically feel the blood thirst and anger rolling off the stallion in waves. He cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say a word as his eyes landed on a group of horses below. The blue roan scowled, wondering just how the group would go about this. He wasn't truly in the mood to fight, but, being the impersonator he was, Rambo could easily go through the motions. The stallion also wasn't really in the mood to hang around with a bunch of males that he didn't really know, at least, his 'character' would usually keep him from wanting to be around stallions. |
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 10, 2015 8:23:00 GMT -5
As the journey continued, it became apparent to the young stallion that the rest of his company preferred silence and he was glad for it. Since he had always scavenged alone, he felt no need to break the silence unless someone else addressed him. By the looks of it, that wasn't going to happen either. Even so the closer they got to their first site, the more energy began running through his body which was something that always happened so he was ready to sprint into action at any moment. He stopped, they were on high ground and this place seemed to overlook a lot of what was beneath. His crimson eyes glanced over the landscape below, and then they fixed. His brows furrowed into a deep concentrated frown and his upper lip curled in a snarl. Mares? He cursed in his head. Did they really think mares were safe on Bachelor soil in a time like this? Briefly gritting his teeth, he struggled to pull his focus away and look at his leader. He would not move without an order, no matter how much his body itched to dart into action. Signalling with a nod of his head to what was below, he returned his gaze to the group of Olde members looking around cautiously. How dare they come this close after injuring so many of his comrades? It was ridiculous and foolhardy. In a confrontation, Ryuko was sure this group would floor them within seconds and leave them begging for mercy. No one was stronger, faster, more agile, or more skilled in tactics than the warriors of the Bachelor herd. After the war, won by Olde by mere circumstance, they needed reminding of the sheer power of those that called this home.
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Post by elesette on Jun 11, 2015 19:12:02 GMT -5
Ishmael galloped, his long thin frame covering ground faster than it had in a long time. He was sweating, but even he wasn't sure if it was from the anxiety he felt or the long journey that he had made. Likely, it was both. Still, his heart pounded heavily beneath his skin and the lanky teke felt like he might die under the pressure - still his head bobbed evenly with every stride he made. He hoped he looked calm to anyone who might see him, even as he galloped alone. He feared he looked disgraceful, covered in the sweat that showed such weakness and worry- there was no way he'd look composed when he finally came across his leader. He rolled his eyes just thinking of the punishment he might endure.
He came down another hill as he ran, and when he did he stumbled. And for the first time in miles, the pale stallion came slowing to a trot and felt the air sucked back into his lungs. They burned with a pain he was not used to, it was apparent Ishmael had not been one to participate in the most rigorous of activities. He weezed as he stepped forward, and then was quiet. His ears flicked back and forth and the voices reached their nipped tips, but the voice was lost and all was quiet again.
With a frustrated shake of the head - he trotted forward, and when he saw them he felt a rush of relief. He was sure they would have been long past the borders.
"Cain!" He shouted, resuming his canter, " I mean, Cain..." his voice deepened as he neared the small group, feeling confident he wasn't as late as he'd originally though - they'd barely moved into the hills. "My apologies for my absence..." He looked down, feeling his excuse was less than okay. Instead he trailed off - noticing the more tense, quiet looks of those around him.
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Post by datoxicclock on Jun 12, 2015 19:50:45 GMT -5
The journey was a quiet one: Each stallion refused to disturb the air with his voice. Only their hoof beats broke the silence of the evening. Don Juan watched them all, trying to learn something, but their determined silence taught him nothing. Instead he concentrated on how the Bachelors walked and held themselves, doing his best to emulate their fortitude.
He tried to ignore his leaders limp, but it secretly boosted the little Zebra’s confidence and he longed to stare. The slight weakness reminding him that pure brawn wasn’t necessary to being useful; Intelligence and cunning could get you by just fine. Brutus, the largest and possibly most terrifying member of the herd was not the leader. Clever little Cain was.
Snow began to fall as the group made their way through the foothills. Though he quivered in the cold Don Juan kept a brave face and trudged forward; he wanted to seem brave and hardy to the adults. Finally they stopped on a hilltop overlooking a great deal of land.
Whatever confidence he had earlier dissipated. Studying closely he could see spots of color standing out from the snowy earth in the dying light; the Olde herd. They had indeed dared to come into Bachelor territory.
A shudder of fear ran down the zebra’s back, exaggerating his shivering. Donny had never been in a real fight before. Though he would obey any order Cain gave, Donny loathed to think of hurting another creature.
A newcomer calling to Cain broke Donny out of his stupor. He seemed worn, and had obviously had to play catch up with the group. The light stallion began to speak again, but trailed off, gazing at the team. Don Juan avoided the green eyes by turning and watching the ground below.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 13, 2015 20:19:29 GMT -5
Complex emotions were a little harder for Cain's Gift to parse, such as loyalty, though he felt Brutus' solid presence in both his shift to Cain's side, but also the sense of duty. Cain peered at him sidelong, letting Ryuko's fervor fade away, leaving him empty again, a blank slate. Cain did not need to know Brutus' true reasoning behind what he felt, just that he felt it. With those that he did not know following along in this group, at least one solid ally was enough to give him some comfort, though Cain was starting to wonder if this was a fool's errand.
At the top of the hill, Cain paused, stretching out his leg as he silently surveyed the surrounding lands, the valley between the hills they had mounted and the peaks that stabbed up into the clouds, disappearing into their shroud. The light was fading from the sky, and snowflakes were still starting to dance toward them, chilly and uninviting, though not hard enough to obscure their vision. Ryuko alerted him through his overwhelming change of emotion, and Cain turned to find the cause of it, as well as who it was emanating from. The intense stare coming from Ryuko revealed him easily enough, and Cain made his way to the red horse's side, looking down on the group of alien horses, some of which he remembered fighting on Olde's side in the war. He drew Ryuko's rage and his pride, which gave him heart. The other stallion was sure of their victory, and Cain knew that would take them a long way before he let it go again.
However, Cain's steeled disposition splintered at Ishmael's call, and he nearly jumped out of his skin in comparison to the silence they had been traveling with prior. He whipped his head around, and saw the young son of Sheva's approaching. He did not respond, but merely gestured with his nose for Ishmael to come to his side and witness what the rest had seen. A stallion was leading the rest of his entourage into a series of canyons, which he hoped at least the native stallions knew by heart, giving them an advantage. "Let's go." Cain murmured, starting down the hill again, keeping Olde's location trapped in his memory.
Though it was hard to tell from so far away, what voices did carry sounded irate. If they were arguing among themselves, all the better for the Bachelors.
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Post by duckgirl34 on Jun 14, 2015 13:20:34 GMT -5
Rambo 228 words Rambo looked down into the valley, and observed the horses below. He cocked his head to the side, peering over at the horses around him. He wasn't quite sure what to expect with this group. After all, he didn't usually travel with the leader of the Bachelor herd. But... the Noko stallion's attention was stolen by the red stallion, he could see in the way that the other male moved that he was the slightest bit agitated. Though in all reality, Rambo wondered if the stud wasn't about to burst at the seams in anger. But like always, Rambo kept his thoughts to himself, and turned his full attention back to the group below him, noting as he did that Cain moved towards Ryuko.
Rambo looked up, ears perked forwards, head whipping around as the sound of approaching hooves caught his attention. He scowled, wondering what idiot would be running towards them when they were trying to be quiet. He was surprised when the horse that came over the hill was a tall, skinny stallion. One that the Nokota had seen around, but never bothered to talk to. Rolling his eyes, Rambo moved after Cain as the group settled back in, basically going through the motions at this point. It wasn't often that he was actually paying attention to what he was doing rather than simply moving about.
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Post by elesette on Jun 16, 2015 21:28:01 GMT -5
Ishmael was still sweating down his neck as the others talked, his eyes darting nervously between their leader and the other- larger stallions. He shook with the effort to appear composed as he awaited his judgement - he would surely be punished for his belated arrival. He took a breath - and then nothing. There was no yelling - no angry stares or lashing out. Another breath went through him and the cream colored stallion found himself confused. The silence was almost more haunting then the possibility of penalty. He searched the other's eyes for answers - when Cain gestured him to his side. Ishmael wasted no time to respond - quick and quiet like a cat to the shoulder of his leader. A tiny gasp escaped his grey lips.
"Yes, lets" He stated quietly, looking sheepishly at the other horses around him. He must have looked like such a fool - shouting as he came in. Surely they had been planning a sneak attack of some sort. He felt his stomach turn, seeing the other horses as they meandered through his territory with very little care as to who they were dealing with. He frowned deeply as they trotted forward. Hhey'd manage to chase the Olde broads out,or capture them if they would not go down with ease.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 18, 2015 12:27:27 GMT -5
Lars|Infantry
The sun was setting and grey clouds overtook the northern parts in the sky as the stallion walked at a faster pace then moments before, for was distracted by messing around with the common rats near the Fallen City. In spite of loosing track of time the male's stride did that him long as he originally thought for from far off he spotted a light color coated horse running towards the location that their leader told them to rondevu. He let out a scoffed due to amusement as he thought he would be the only one whom is fashionably late. The only reason he even went on this mission was due to peer boredom and he needed something to keep his mind occupied as the herd is split up upon Cain's orders.
Not to far from the base of the hills the pale white stallion had spotted the group, but before that his ears perked up from hearing a voice calling out Cain's name. He didn't know if the owner of the voice had very low intellect or what but shouting out in a hill was no way to gain the upper hand in ambush if needed be. Unlike the first late comer he himself climbed the hills in a silent fashion not batting an eye at whomever disapprove of him coming late as he always keep a smirk on his face. He walked up towards their leader and looked him in the eye and smiled deviously. "My apologies for begin late...I got distracted."
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